Aegon never thought he would be married; let alone to a woman he doesn't even know. This is a fact that he resents, so he barely spends time with her, and when he does, he is cold and distant. He would rather spend his days getting drunk with his friends or sleeping with ladies on the Street of Silk.

He was particularly drunk this night, stumbling his way back to their shared room, he hoped she was asleep, so he didn't have to see her. Once he stumbled in the door, he saw her sitting on the plush couch by the fireplace reading a book, she barely glanced up when he walked in.

He looked her over, her legs were peeking out from under the blanket she had draped over her legs and a glass of wine on the table next to her. Aegon stumbled over, taking a long swig of the cup before looking at her.

"You should be abed, wife"